The Prince, Machiavelli

In Machiavelli’s The Prince, he makes a few statements regarding the pacification of the masses, and how to keep them contented under the rule of the governing body, or at least how to make them fear enough to keep them silent in their activities.

He advocates for complete subjugation of the people, and once established, to move forward as necessary toward other objectives.  With the subjugation of the populace, the support required of the people for the furtherance of the country is assured.

“At this point one may note that men must be either pampered or annihilated. They avenge light offenses; they cannot avenge severe ones; hence, the harm one does to a man must be such as to obviate any fear of revenge.”

He also speaks to authority needing to be given to the military.  How the best interests of state are best seen to by the same.

Machiavelli also spoke of why this was necessary, using a type of pseudo-sociology to justify his beliefs.  Mainly, he focused on the worst of mankind.  Unfortunately, based on much of what we see, he is not entirely wrong as mankind, in large part, is quick to fall back on more…primitive…actions and ideologies.

“A prince must have no other objective, no other thought, nor take up any profession but that of war, its methods and its discipline, for that is the only art expected of a ruler. And it is of such great value that it not only keeps hereditary princes in power, but often raises men of lowly condition to that rank.”

He cares nothing for the people, just that the people are placated.  After all, a quiet populace makes for easier action.

“Here a question arises: whether it is better to be loved than feared, or the reverse. The answer is, of course, that it would be best to be both loved and feared. But since the two rarely come together, anyone compelled to choose will find greater security in being feared than in being loved. . . . Love endures by a bond which men, being scoundrels, may break whenever it serves their advantage to do so; but fear is supported by the dread of pain, which is ever present.”

Now, for those of you who know me, I dislike talking down to anyone, but can you see what I consider to be obvious conclusions?  Right, left, it doesn’t matter, in a system like what we see in The Prince, they’re the same thing, with the same goals, working to obtain more power.  Sound familiar?

All quotes pulled from The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli.

We’ve Done This to Ourselves.

I tire of humanity.  I look around me and see only the foolishness of monkeys flinging poo at each other.  I thought it was easy to put the pieces together, to see how horribly we have screwed things up, and yet I have found myself alone more often than not, trying to fight the good fight.  And while I refuse to give up, I am exhausted.

We live in a “free” country.  The United States was founded on the principles of freedom and hope for a better future.  Granted, we’ve had a rough go of it, and have made more than a few mistakes along the way, especially with the likes of slavery, mass genocide, wars, and the list goes on, but somehow, we have found a way through the mire, we have found a way to persevere.  I often sit in awe at the resilience of mankind, Americans no different here.  Our spirit is strong, and we find strength we often don’t realize is there in order to press through to the other side of whatever it is we may be facing.

We all have a story.  Each of us with a past, some good, some not so good, but a story nonetheless. The most compelling stories are those fraught with struggle, and the story of America is not any different.

However, it must be noted that we are at a crossroads, really more of an impasse.  Collectively, as a nation, we have backed ourselves into a corner.  In the struggle for the need to be right all the time, we have done the unthinkable – we have systematically been giving up our freedom.  Yes, the very freedom we cherish so much.  The same freedom we have forced on other countries throughout the world.  THAT freedom.

Our desire to be right has shown itself in politics in the worst possible way.  I’m sure I could go back and pinpoint the era in which this all began, probably in large part starting with Teddy Roosevelt, or perhaps Franklin Delano Roosevelt.  High counts of executive orders, the start of the social welfare systems, respectively – I’m not saying these things are the entire reason, but in seeking causality, I find these to be the beginning of what we see now, at least in larger part than most others, including the likes of Lincoln.

Keep in mind I am using social welfare only as an example, but the fundamental elements of what I’m about to say work across the spectrum.

I am in no way saying the social welfare systems FDR put in place are bad in any way.  As intended, these are great ways for those who are lacking in funds to be able to keep the lights on, or put food on the table, or, in winter months, for the luxury of warmth.  All too often we take these things for granted.  Having grown up poor, I got to bear witness to many of these things firsthand.  But, we have created a system wherein only a few of those who have found themselves in need of such services have found a way to rise beyond them.  We’ve created a system that feeds into itself by perpetually keeping people dependent.

Once we’ve established dependency, there is very little we can do to mitigate the damage, and at that point, the best we can do is sustain.  This is why we see poorer states voting toward the democratic left, because they sustain the programs the majority of the people require to provide for their families.  Inherently, this isn’t a bad thing, but the dependency on it is.  However, we cannot look at one side without looking at the other…

The republican right, in direct opposition to the left, is equally at fault.  They wish to remove these social programs outright, citing the dependency, but not offering a means to fixing the underlying problem.

You see, the dependency is merely a symptom, nothing more.  The problem goes much deeper.  Inflation of costs associated with living have risen exponentially while average wages have remained stagnant, at best, and in most cases, has dropped (when adjusted for inflation).  Basic sustenance is a problem – when a family has to forego their electricity in favor of food, we have a problem.  Many of these families aren’t excessively spending, often trying to be wise with how they budget…but let’s face facts, there is all too often too much budget left at the end of the paycheck.

This all feeds back into the issue of social welfare programs, which are designed to aid in trying financial times.  But, as you can also see, the dependency is created by the lack.  A simple raise in minimum wage cannot fix this problem due to inflation – the costs of goods required to live (housing, food and clothing) will skyrocket in response to higher wages in order to compensate for the losses companies will inevitably face.  More social welfare programs exacerbate this problem by creating more dependency.  It’s all a vicious cycle.

Here’s how it all ties in.  The meat to the potatoes, so to speak.  Americans at large seem to have this grand ideal in their heads as to how all of this is supposed to work.  Everyone is right.  And in their effort to prove they’re right, they form groups who share their opinions and are then diametrically opposed to those who think differently.  Enter politics.

The Democrats and Republicans use this antagonistic energy between the people to feed and grow stronger from.  And this is how they end up controlling us.  They’re using us against us, and how do we respond?  Instead of responding in unity, we buy further into the rhetoric and further allow them to control how we feel and how we react.

The worst part of this, however, isn’t the control as much as it is the methodical, systematic, and willing removal of freedom.  Allow me to explain.

Our freedoms are considered inalienable rights.  Yet, through our desires to see social aspects of life become law, we are encroaching (in some cases completely alienating) those rights.  We have become far too politically correct, everyone is easily offended and needs safe spaces in order to function because our feelings are hurt by others being mean, or not agreeing with us.

Fact:  Assholes exist.  Now get over yourself.  And who’s to say you’re not the asshole for expecting everyone to think just like you?

These things are what have brought us to where we now stand.  We collectively elect someone who thinks like us, and they in turn write and pass laws that back up what we believe to be right.  This becomes law and my rights are infringed upon.  Then, we don’t like some of what that guy did, so we vote for the other guy, who does the exact same thing, just from the other angle.  Soon, the social aspects of life will all be regulated by law, which will inevitably lead to no one having the right to speak freely, or worse yet, to be able to speak openly regarding the injustices of the government.  You can see it, can’t you?

We have legislated ourselves into submission by submitting ourselves to the rampant stupidity of extremes.  We have willingly, if foolishly, asked for this.  When the sheep willingly lead themselves to the slaughter out of fear, guess who’s having mutton for dinner…

 

Kisses and Cake

Kisses upon your face, while our sorrows
Vanish with all sight as we close our eyes,
And our lips meet in a moment borrowed,
My arm around you, bringing our demise,

Where a new life was now birthed within us,
Our world was forever changed, as your smile
Bound me to you while slowly breeding love,
So we walk, hand in hand, mile after mile…

The road of life may not always be smooth,
With its downward spirals and uphill climbs,
Yet through it all, your fears and doubts I’ll soothe,
Within my embrace, and for our lifetime,

Where our hearts may forever beat as one,
Beneath the skies, the stars, the moon, the sun.

Sunset Kisses

 

‘Twas once upon a time, that glassy moons
Would dance with chance upon our fated meet,
As fabled love would seek to hold complete
This passion shared within the night’s lagoon.
Where fading light would trace the quiet dunes,
And sorrows hushed have sought to bring deceit.
No words are spoken, yet, eyes dare entreat
Such love as this to once-future’s commune

A glass of wine, with lips not its own, speaks
To yearning for tomorrow’s risk of soul.
While I, without escape, a mere mystique
Of mirrored glass, have found the one whose scroll
Fulfills this tale of life beyond the creek…
The one whose hope echoes my hallowed soul.

To Let Go

You’ve captured souls and buried hearts
where sorrows dared to dream.
Your eyes, they shine, as they impart
new life beside our stream.

Remember?  The quiet hopes we shared?
The dance we never had?
A breathless fog beyond despair
…your embrace, firmly clad?

T’was cruelty, held to faith’s own Fate –
her thirsty guillotine
upon which heads had sought to sate
a hungry blade, unclean.

I felt alone, but held you then,
a whisper’s breath and gasp
that slowly passed into the glen
of heaven’s sorrowed grasp.

It wasn’t death, however bold,
that took me from your arms,
it was a chest of promised gold,
in boyish, gaudy charms.

My eyes were opened as I left,
your smile had found its home
and washed me free, I’m now bereft
of all I’d ever known.

No Lives Matter

Disclaimer: If anyone is offended by anything I say below… GOOD.

I’m sick of this.  There is no one life that matters more than another.  Period.  I have come to realize that we are all of one race.  The human race.  My father raised me under the idea that color doesn’t exist.

But do you know what I see as I look out across society?  Color exists.  Perhaps not to me, but certainly to nearly everyone else out there.  The worst part is that this is self-inflicted.  I’ve been speaking about it for years, the sort of reverse racism I’ve seen growing in the black and Hispanic communities.  Specifically, within black communities, I’ve seen them decry more and more the institutionalized racism being perpetrated against them.

It’s no more rampant now than it ever was in times past.  Do you want to know what the difference is?  It’s being raised to think that slavery still exists, and let me tell you, it does exist, even if it is only in their minds.  And this could be the most dangerous idea of them all.  It’s the idea that my people were wronged in the past and so I’m being wronged right now.  It’s the idea that because my people suffered, I too, am suffering.

Get over yourself.  Grow up and change your life.  Stop pointing the blame at things that have absolutely no relevance in today’s world and take a step forward.  Stop perpetuating the stereotypes.

Living in the past only brings about hate.  I say this as a card carrying member of the Cherokee Nation.  The tragedy of the past, while it should never be forgotten, will NOT dictate the course of my life, because I refuse to allow it to do so.  I alone am in control of what comes to pass in my life.  The blame, where there is blame to be found, is on me.

You see, it seems as though we’ve started a war which began within ourselves.  An idea that systemic mistreatment exists because we collectively say so.  Even when evidence points directly to the contrary.  Is there “white privilege”?  The argument can be made for it, sure.  Are “minorities,” (a laughable term at best), specifically blacks, really being targeted by police or government?  No, not in the way the media would have you believe.  Are there bad officers?  Duh.  But are there THAT many bad officers?  No.

I am a man who believes very strongly in personal liberties.  I believe in the freedom to be able to choose how I live my life and what that looks like.  I also believe that my freedoms are currently in danger as we race ourselves toward martial law.  In light of recent events, the cancellation of certain peaceful assemblies would fly directly in the face of our rights as Americans and yet, we can blame no one but ourselves for allowing such hate to have such a hold over us.

In short, we’ve forgotten to love.  Those who are liberal minded ask why can’t we all just get along, and all the while the conservative Christian is proclaiming love while living in hate.  (Yes, I generalize, before you get all butthurt over this statement.)  The reality is that the vast majority of us have chosen a camp where we feel all warm and squishy, or at least a place where think we fit in based on our current beliefs.  But what if I told you those things were all a lie?

We run to church and look for answers in the bible, searching for verses to boost our self-righteous morality.  We run toward groups of like-minded individuals who foster our hate for organized Christian faiths while proclaiming the rights of Muslims because we hate Christianity.  Do you see the feedback loop going on here, regardless of which direction you choose?

This isn’t a treatise on the wrongs or rights of organized religion, regardless of belief.  This is a plead for humanity.  However, I’ve come to the realization that this exact thing is humanity.  The mob mentality, even over something like social media, has taken root and caused far too many of us to lose our minds in the process.  We’ll all say that the mob mentality is devoid of reason, yet we fall for it every time because we are standing up for what we believe is right.  Welcome to your humanity.

And so, our humanity has caused us to do inhuman things.  America right now is tearing itself apart, piece by piece, and I get a front row seat.  How we determine our morality has always been philosophically based on societal norms, and so I sit here quietly and wonder what that is going to look like in the future as so many seek to unseat the morality of the bible in their quest to redefine what morality looks like in the face of current events.  Is the morality of the future Sharia Law?  Will it be defined by some arbitrary turn of phrase or perhaps a dictator?

At the end of it all, no matter what comes, just remember to look yourself in the mirror when placing blame.  Whether through our action, or for many of us, through our inaction.  What we allow to come to pass can be just as detrimental as what we directly influence.  The future is in our hands, not found in the past, but found in the choices we currently make as a collective whole.

Inquisition

Neyir awoke with a silent scream and gasp.  For an instant, her body was still crushed under the might of those powerful hands, and she could feel the intense pain from her abrupt meeting with the bulk of that rather oddly placed tree.  Pictures in her mind and small snippets of events accompanied her newly wakened state, but soon, the cloudiness of her mind gave way to clarity, and she sat up with the stark realization that she was no longer in pain, and her body made whole again.

She could not see, but it was not a blindness that overtook her, simply a total lack of light.  Her clothes were missing, and there in the silent darkness, her pulse echoed off the walls while wonder and fear attempted to take root.  Neyir remembered then, in her last moments of consciousness, seeing a small man with a staff standing over her body.

She got up, feeling the edge of stone where she had lain, and gingerly dropped herself to a floor which may or may not have been there. A minute, nearly intangible vibration seemed to emanate from the stones making up the chamber.  Waving her hands in the air, Neyir quickly touched more stone.

Methodically, she made her way around, calculating the chamber to be quite small.  Her hand on the wall, she felt the vibration increase, ever so slightly with not a sound heard.  Suddenly, just as the vibration died back down, a burst of flame lit up the far corner, blinding her momentarily.  Instinctively, she shielded her eyes with her arms and quickly covered herself.

Slowly, she opened her eyes to see an entire wall had disappeared.  In its place was the smallest person she had ever seen, illuminated on one side by the fire he had just lit.  For such a small being, he seemed to cast one hell of a shadow.

“Greetings, young one,” the small man couldn’t have stood higher than her waist, but Neyir was quick to notice his eyes, which held a cold distance and a wisdom that could have only come from lifetimes.  She was uncertain how to proceed, or respond, and so he continued, “I’m sure you have questions, so do I.  I do apologize for the rather brutal welcome.  He was recently killed by another mortal, a woman, not unlike yourself.  I pray you can look past his ill intent, as it was certainly more of a reaction.  Come with me.  Your clothes are right there”  And with that, he nodded toward the stone where she had lain, then he walked out into the black as more fires began to be lit just beyond her view.

Without a word, Neyir quickly dressed and followed the light, soon catching up to the little being.  “Are you one of the fabled Immortals?” was all she could muster.

“What do you know of the Immortals, young one?  From what I can recall, all knowledge of that kind disappeared thousands of years ago.”

“Toreph…” she trailed.

“Ah yes, I know the name.  Did he not join you?  I have been seeking him out for some years now.”

“For what purpose?” Neyir’s tone was more inquisitive than defensive.

“He is following a trail.”  The little man said nothing else, no elaboration, not even feigning an attempt at thinking about an explanation.  Neyir noticed his withdrawal from expanding his thoughts.  She thought it best to leave it alone.

“Might I ask the name of the one who saved my life?”  She noticed the slightest curve at the edge of his lips, and she imagined his smile didn’t come easily.  The odd thing was, she didn’t say anything worth smiling at.

“My name is Aedrick.  As you guessed, I am what humans have passed into legend.  I am, indeed, an Immortal.”

 

Opiate

Death,

In the name of the unseen,
Heart alight in burning passion,
Hatred spawned, birthed,
and allowed to spread like wildfire,

“My Dog is bigger than your Dog…”

Arrogance,

For your sin is greater than mine…
And I’m forgiven,
through someone I’ve never laid eyes on,
whom I’ve never touched,
Through faith?

But, if everyone is right…

Then who is wrong?

Light’s Chastity

It was a quiet day,
the sun disgraced
lay hushed across the way
in tears, effaced.
Her light, once chaste
to darkness fades, betrayed
by lies erased
with lovers in decay.

She cries herself to sleep,
a wakeful rest,
her outlook dreary, bleak,
she lays on chests,
the long bereft.
Her memories since steeped
in nightmare’s breast,
now lost, and cannot weep.

The tears, though borne of pain,
fall to the earth,
where even sorrowed rains
can bring new birth
and joyous worth.
And eyes that seek through stain-
covered cheeks berth
upon their glory’s bane.

The waters dance with wind.
The world shudders,
where she, in silence, grins,
last drops utter,
heart aflutter.
The warmth has come, now twinned
with light’s rudder;
and found new hopes within.